The Iggblog

Upon noticing that their roommate has finished a box of their cereal, a “standard fare” roommate might passive-aggressively drop hints about “replenishing spent resources” or mention cereal in a conversation (I know I always talk about cereal) or something to try and get the box replaced. The same could be said of how most inter-roommate communications of frustration go. Not very good for getting things taken care of.

When my roommate, , noticed I had finished his Cinnamon Toast Crunch (Ancient Greek for “holiest of forms which grain may take”) he instead wrote “AAAAAARRRRGH DEEAAATH!!!” on a piece of scrap paper and stabbed it onto the box with a kitchen knife. There was no ambiguity. Roughly translated I believe it would sound something like “Dear roommate, I noticed you seem to have finished one of my foodstuffs. Please replace it at your earliest convenience.” I promptly went out to the store and replaced the precious staple. And all was well in the apartment.

It’s all about communication skills. Beating around the bush simply can’t compare to the subtle effectiveness of forcefully impaling your intentions in a thing/place of mutual tactical importance . I wish I had gotten a picture. It was hilarious =P.